I fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
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The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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Progress is a comfortable disease.
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It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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Time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough.
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You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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